Why should I fear to die? In that sweet home above Are gathering all my family, And all the friends I love; Heavenward I look, and breathe the prayer. Soon, soon their happiness to share. Surely 'tis time to die ! My " threescore years and ten " Are overpast, and oft I cry, " How long, my Lord? Oh! when Wilt Thou my ransomed spirit free. And bid Thy child come home to Thee?" Then, Saviour, let me die ! My sweetest moments here Are those when, deigning to draw nigh. Thou whisperest, " I am near." And e'en from these bright glimpses given I feel Thy presence must be heaven. Oh ! when I come to die. These glories let me see. Ne'er grasped by human thought or eye, Reserved in heaven by Thee ; And show me, 'mid the parting strife. That death is better far than life !